Home Team Bleachers
Remembering the joy of what I had...
A sharp and biting wind assaults my face,
the cold of metal bench beneath my thighs.
Around the bases, fading lines, I chase
the mem'ry of your eyes and first goodbyes.
*
The darkness brought reprieve from Summer's heat
and fanned the flames of raging fires of lust.
We sat and shared a kiss - your lips so sweet...
your ev'ry touch cements a growing trust.
*
I learned of you and you of me, that night -
the echoes bring me back to place and time...
bring back the fear of your impending flight -
but Summer's gone and so is the sublime.
*
I sit here on the home team bleachers... sad...
remembering the joy of what I had.
About the Creator
Krysha Thayer
Welcome to my little corner of Vocal! I've been a copywriter for many years after earning my BA in English and Creative Writing. I'm now back to the fun stuff, enjoing short fiction and poetry. You can find me on Facebook!
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Comments (5)
You captured a memory that reminds us (readers) of ours :)
Such a bittersweet snapshot.
This is amazing! very deep and well written.
Hello, how are you? I read your story, and it is truly an excellent piece of writing. Since when have you been writing? I myself am a casual reader and enjoy reading writers’ stories
Sweet story-- hints that there was a home run, but that you stuck out. However, it sounds like you were in a great game that was worth it.